-(harlassen) a way now, 2006
hypnotic, tidal blues. memories of spiralling currents, driftwood and undertow. fragments of acoustic guitar and piano swept along in choking streams of violin. lost in shimmering waves of distortion and turbulent percussion

-(carousell) a dead bridges into dust, 2005
the rattle of barbed wire fences and the distant drone of machinery. a muffled, plaintive piano and the piercing whine of a violin. fragments of acoustic guitar, interleaved, and looping endlessly in the twilight

-(heidika) there is no cure & other songs, 2005

things not unrelated:

-the music of colleen
-henryk gorecki: symphony 3 "sorrowful songs"
-the viol playing of jordi savall & early music
-the music of j.s. bach, esp. cello suites & the sonatas and partitas for solo violin
-choral/sacred music/gregorian chant
-alchemy
-the music of six organs of admittance
-rural united kingdom
-bowed metallic figures
-"tread softly because you tread on my dreams..." william butler yeats
-krzysztof kieslowski's la double vie de veronique
-the music of william basinski
-the music of steve roden
-the music of frédéric chopin & franz schubert
-accordion mists gathering in the early morning light (full of haunting melodies played on a little bowed mandela, wrapped in a fog of harmonium and accordion swells, with briers of tangled percussion creeping in at the edges…)
-the famed inventor of barbed wire joseph glidden
-the music of nick drake
-unintentional, unrepeatable sounds
-improvisation
-fallen leaves

for a long time i would go to bed early. sometimes, the candle barely out, my eyes closed so quickly that i did not have time to tell myself "i am falling asleep". and half an hour later the thought that it was time to look for sleep would awaken me.

to a long weather i swiss i'm leaving to room first. sometimes, there; (here) candle a sorrow, grief lost my eyes driving through and buts quickly the i to make n'credit not weather to according to me - same (even) "i reduction to sleep." and half an hour later (behind) there: here thought the being weather to look for sleep swiss waking i.

(1999 translation)

i have found myself lately listening excessively to the music of richard skelton, and thinking about the beautiful work of louise skelton. this post has taken me near 2 months, because i have been so overwhelmed by the work and the cd packages (that feature the work of louise skelton), that i found it impossible to say anything about it, except that the work is wonderful, sublime and beautiful.
instead, i offer an interpretation using the words of proust, hoping that he would find a more suitable description.
looking through proust's books, it seems every 5th work offers a beautiful compliment to this work, so maybe that is a more interesting method than to read the words of this old catscratcher (meaning myself).

I stumbled across your fascinating blog not long ago. It seems to be an endless source of interesting art. I hope you don't mind me filing through and reading your posts. If you're from the San Francisco area, I assume you're familiar with Thuja or the entire Jewelled Antler Collective? This Richard Skelton seems to be finding similar inspiration and creating beautiful organic music. Since I found him through your blog accidentally, what would you suggest I order?

glad you found it tyson,i do like thuja, i don't have many jewelled antlers, just some, that are very nice. i was thinking i should have put that and also steven r smith for "like" sounds.for skelton, i would get all of them because there are not very many, or if some, maybe start with the 2 broken consort ones (those are the first i heard). the shape leaves and a box of birch. and he has some i beleive on his site for download.also i did a film with his sound which you can download.thankshttp://www.megaupload.com/?d=VXQZFZ2Q